About those “Harry Potter” books…

I need to say some things.

First, if you feel I’m talking to you, please feel free to reach out. I need you to understand that I have no personal grudges. My sass here is not personal. If you know me personally, the sass here might just FEEL personal. I might one day write about the philosophical nightmare of cosmological proportions that the endless validation of every possible feeling would be and how I consistently feel trapped in it (if you’re thinking that I’m about to go on a Ben Shapiro-esque rant about “facts over feelings,” I am not… the answer in this case actually does lie somewhere in the middle, and this shouldn’t be an all-or-nothing either/or… the vast majority of things should not be categorized by a binary).

Second, I’m a Writer™️. I write things. When I write fiction, I am an Author™️.

If you know me personally, and you have read the things I have written on this blog that are no longer accessible and my fiction which is, you might assume that the things I have written as an Author™️ are autobiographical when they are, in fact, not autobiographical 88.14% of the time¹. There are parts of me in every character I write, but there are also parts of what I perceive in everyone I have ever met in all of my characters I’ve ever written as well. That’s how being an Author™️ works (for me, anyways… and for a lot of other authors, from what I can tell, and while I could list examples other than myself with sources cited I don’t want to, because… y’know… trade secrets).

As an example of this, my only “truly” published work, “Transimus Maximus 2: The Eternal Return“, is something I wrote based on things I have experienced. That does not make it autobiographical. No parental figure I’ve ever known has ever made a high salary. No matriarchal figure I’ve ever lived with has been super kind to me past the age of 6 years and 9 days (nice²). I’ve never been to any of the nations I wrote about in the story besides the United States (and Iraq, which was only mentioned indirectly³). I just did a lot of research. I don’t know any arms dealers or political officials on a personal level. What I do know about them I know from my work history and research. Which I’ve kinda written about, but in a very round-about way. The (admittedly atrocious) cover art wasn’t in the original publishing (this is a link to a 100+MB PDF file that is Vol. 4, Issue 2 on the Grapevine Literary Journal website), but all the details in the cover art were very specific to the story, and the ideas for it were stuff I had as I wrote the story. Especially given that all of my other writings up to that point had similar artwork.

Writing the story today, I’d make a lot of changes. However, I couldn’t make or even consider those changes without having written the story as it is. In some ways, I think I’m a decent Author™️. In other ways, I completely suck. Knowing where I could improve allows me the opportunity to do so. Making the mistakes in the first place allows me the opportunity to know where I could improve.

In short: STOP. MAKING. ASSUMPTIONS. YOU. WEIRDOS. I don’t do it to you. Most of the time. At least… I try not to. I’m only human. Half-human…

The black hole at the center of Karen’s being? That’s my desire to improve myself. That’s the part of me that I wrote into Karen. Being aware of this part of myself, I try not to burden others with it. I don’t always succeed. Karen is better at it than I am, but she has a drinking problem. The other parts that I wrote into Karen are what I see in white womanhood writ broad. I found out there’s a name for it besides what I put into the story was “conflict avoidance.” It’s called indirect bullying, and I realize this goes far and beyond white women, but I’m pointing out white women because I at least know how to get a direct (or at least honest) answer out of most of the men I interact with. If you’re a white woman or “sexually identify” as such, and you don’t like that: sit with it. Take all the time you need.

I don’t write what I write to be mean, either. I keep getting told that I’m angry. I’m really not. It’s more like I feel insane because I keep seeing the same things over and over again, and I’m changing, but it seems like very few people and things around me are. I’m told to keep changing by people who never seem to have to. However, recently, I stumbled on something interesting…

…I discovered a black hole.

It’s not the first time I’ve discovered such a black hole, either.

There’s a novel series by Cixin Liu. The Remembrance of Earth’s Past. It begins with the more popularly known novel titled The Three Body Problem. The setting is China circa 2008. The Chinese television adaptation goes to great lengths to demonstrate a news reporter by the name of Mu Xing who is swindled by a leader of the Earth Trisolaris Organization, Pan Han, to make false anti-science news reports out of a false sense of environmentalism⁴. The reporter gets checked by a suspended cop, who goes by the nickname Da Shi. Da Shi is on a special task force investigating a string of scientist suicides (Many of their suicide notes claim, “Physics doesn’t exist”). As such, it’d make sense for Da Shi to want to know why this reporter whose reports are normally so well-sourced are now so anti-science. Eventually, Mu Xing is murdered – I think by Pan Han. Pan Han also murders his ETO frenemy/rival, Shen Yufei (who is Japanese in the context of a Chinese novel happening in modern day China for some reason, but her being Japanese might just be an invention of the English translation of the novel, in the television adaptation she is simply described as “foreign”, which might also be the case for the OG publishing of the novel as well?). I’m not assuming anything about intent, btw. I’m just pointing out what I’m observing.

Now, if you’ve only seen the Netflix adaptation, and haven’t read the novel, you might be noticing a theme with the names of the characters if you live in the US, you live in a metro area, and you’ve seen those damn mailers for Shen Yu: China Before Communism. And don’t you worry your pretty little head about the connection between the Shen Yu: China Before Communism dance troupe and The Epoch Times, or their connection to Falan Gong and their belief in literal fucking interdimensional space aliens.

You might see where I’m going with this.

Anyways, I met a white lady recently who said that we can’t trust the media because they don’t have to cite their sources. Welcome to the Event Horizon. I’ll be your tour guide. I hope you remembered your own hair care supplies. I won’t be grooming you. Brush your own hair, you pervert weirdo. We’re men. Not bonobos⁵.

I’ve described depression as feeling like I’m a starship pushing my engines to the max against the pull of a black hole. I’m well aware of that feeling. It’s exhausting. Why didn’t I give in? That’s my secret. If you gave in, and succumbed to the comforting call of the void and you don’t believe in anything anymore: I’m curious to know why, if you remember. The only way to find healing is to examine that pain. I encourage you to journal about it.

I mentioned earlier being aware of my black hole. Trans people are often accused of lacking self-awareness. We’re also accused of narcissism. I could list an ASTOUNDING number of double binds that trans women IN PARTICULAR are subjected to that prevent us from simply existing. So, we aren’t supposed to engage in too much self-examination, or think too highly of ourselves for any of our meager accomplishments, and we’re also supposed to not be too jokingly self-deprecating either. We’re also not supposed to talk about our pain. It is as if we are merely supposed to exist as a never-ending wellspring of inspiration who very rarely have the dignity of having our names mentioned or faces shown unless we aren’t around to see it. However, we also aren’t around to see the bigotry that cis folks generally let fly when we aren’t around, either. And I’ve seen what happens when I stand up against racism in spaces when they’re dominated by white-passing people, sooooo⁶……..

Another thing that lady said was perception based on first impression is 80% of how people view others. This allows almost no room for growth for anyone. This is how fascism happens. It is also – one should, I hope, guess – the basis for all forms of bigotry. It involves the limiting the realm of material and imagined possibility for any given human being based on a given perceptual starting point. Now, when weirdo alien cults or Marvel movies or Phillip Pullman⁷ novels discuss other dimensions, they’re talking about other dimensions in almost completely fantastical terms. I’m talking about dimensionality in terms of the limitations of material realities that are placed on peoples’ day-to-day lives.

I’ll illustrate with an example. A black man named Kevin, a white man Devon, and a black woman named Davone all go in to interview for the same position at a corporate office on different days with the same human resources manager and the same VP of marketing. Kevin and the Devon have an equal amount of experience, they both have a bachelors in communication, Kevin had a higher GPA than Devon, but Devon had more extracurricular activities. Also, the VP of marketing knows Devon personally through church denomination connections, but not directly through the same congregation. Davone has a decade more experience than both men (combined), has a master’s in communication with a focus in the corporation’s area of the market with a higher GPA for both her bachelor’s and her master’s than both of the men. She also played sports and didn’t attend school on a sports scholarship. Now, if the VP of marketing decides to pass up on Davone, I’d be very curious to know why, since she is obviously the superior candidate by far in terms of education and experience. Hiring Devon wouldn’t TECHNICALLY be an act of nepotism, but it would definitely probably have to involve racism, but since I’m a white tranny in the United States of America, and I didn’t mention the ethnicity or nationality or race or planetary origin of the human resources manager or VP of marketing… I’ll just maybe stay in my lane?

I would like to think trans people understand this better than anyone, though. That reducing people to a perceptual starting point harms everyone. Unfortunately, my experiences tell me otherwise. This disappoints me. Thus, I write. Saying this as a trans person for potential cis readers: if you’ve met one trans person (never EVER use the word “tranny”, even if you have one trans friend who is cool with it, just don’t, and I’m not that one trans friend), you’ve met one trans person. This goes for any other person you might attempt to put in a box for whatever reason you might attempt to place them in one. My roommate described a given related phenomena with cats and boxes recently that I feel fits here. If you put a box in front of a cat, they might be inclined to climb in. However, if you attempt to put a cat in a box, you might be inclined to bleed a little. There’s been a lot of cats getting put in a lot of boxes recently, and I’m not talking about only about trans people…

Why am I relating The Remembrance of Earth’s Past novels by Cixin Liu with regard to all of this? The author writes about gender and dimensionality. I’m adding the idea of race from my United States-an perspective because… that’s where I’m from and it became a factor here thanks to the ravages of colonization. The dimensionality in the novels is on a surface level reading of the text. There’s a lot to do with theoretical physics vs. applied research physics and what direction the research should go, quantum entanglement, superstring theory, and cosmology in these novels. However, there’s also a lot to do with gender in these books, too. The gender stuff is either really subtle or really loud depending on how you want to read it. In these novels, there is probably, maybe, DEFINITELY not a fear of women baked into the text. I couldn’t put my finger on it until recently. When it all hit me, it all hit me like a ton of bricks, and I’ll have to thank my roommate for taking quick notes for me while I was cooking so I didn’t lose all the dots my brain connected.

I had what I’ll call a “Harry Potter” experience with these books. I was pulled into them the way I observed others around me being pulled into the Harry Potter books. To me, it was a “quasi-mystical” science-y adventure world. They felt real the way The Matrix as a body of work felt real. Except The Matrix was rooted in a deep and abiding sense of asking, “What is love, and how do we find it?” alongside a deconstruction of our understandings of how we perceive reality. Whereas The Remembrance of Earth’s Past is a series with a big central question of “OK BUT Y UNIVERSE SO BIG, DARK, AND SCARY AND DYING?!” Which… y’know… fair. On earth? Fuck that question. There is no need for fear on Earth for the most part because we can just talk to each other. We can be afraid of earthquakes and tornadoes and tsunamis and ionizing radiation. Each other, though? No. Knowledge is the path to understanding and it begins with curiosity. Knowledge defeats fear. This kind of stuff gets talked about at the end of The Dark Forest about why these ideas maybe don’t really apply at the scale of the cosmos, but here on Earth among fellow humans? They really should. PvP V PvE at the scale of the cosmos. It’s real simple to my admittedly simple mind. Those spooks at the CIA and in military intelligence places should put down the Tom Clancy and HP Lovecraft and pick up some Nikole Hannah-Jones or bell hooks.

I’ll continue to enjoy the Remembrance of Earth’s Past books in my own way. However, I’ll have to accept that no one close to me will probably understand them at all the way I do, why I have a very complicated relationship with them, or even why I will continue to enjoy the content related to them despite the source material possibly being intensely misogynistic. I’m not making an accusation about Cixin Liu as a person. I’m gonna unfold why I’m making this claim about the text using the text itself and my understanding of it and why I’m not gonna levy the claim about him as a person because it just isn’t gonna do anyone any good. Keep in mind, I’m basing this on English translations and I’m open to anyone who’s read the original Chinese and who is familiar with Chinese culture who could help me out with this.

Also, for anyone wondering why Joanne Karen doesn’t get the “kid gloves” I’m giving Cixin Liu is because Joanne Karen was given plenty of opportunity to not act like a snit, and she kept acting like a snit. I’m not saying Joanne Karen is a snit, but she has every opportunity to stop acting like a snit, and she chooses to continue acting like a snit. I don’t think that Cixin Liu is attempting to be intentionally misogynistic. I think there is a legit fear of women, womanhood, femaleness, and femininity captured in the text in these books. I don’t know where it comes from, and I find it intriguing. And, really… ugh… I’m kinda over moralizing over media except for Harry Potter because Harry Potter is just… so goddamn awful⁸.

To declare my loyalties: I’m loyal to humans, then sentience/sapience, then kindness. I’ll let someone else cross the bridge of interspecies erotica when we get there. I can barely deal with my fellow humans.

In the first novel of Liu’s Remembrance series, Three Body Problem, we’re introduced to layers of mystery and intrigue. There’s the Frontiers of Science organization that’s a front for ETO recruiting. There’s also the Three Body game, that is ALSO a front for ETO recruiting. Both of those have intricate boxes and boxes type stuff going on (Oh, hi there, Akemi Homura… I didn’t see you, there). As a real life corollary, fascists have used online video games as recruitment and propagandizing tools. The “Three Body” video game introduces potential ETO members to bits of Trisolaran society. The Frontiers of Science specifically, present the reader/viewer with the hypotheses of “the shooter” and “the farmer”. Both of these hypotheses present scientific discovery as a “ritual”, which is technically true. However, they are a bit like the Russell’s teapot hypothesis (basically: there’s an undetectable teapot between Mars and Jupiter in orbit around the Sun, prove it doesn’t exist). With regard to “the shooter” hypothesis, there was a three-dimensional shooter, shooting a two-dimensional target every ten centimeters. The target is a whole universe of two dimensional beings. They do not know of the shooter, but they perceive the holes. They proclaim the holes at every 10 centimeters to be a universal law.

I want to take a moment to point out that Wang Miao, an applied research physicist who reluctantly decides to investigate the Frontiers of Science as a mole, said that he “feels” that his previous encounters with the Frontiers of Science were “expanding [his] thinking” (this would have been early in the novel or in the first few episodes of the Chinese television adaptation). Just a random throwback to the idea of feelings and the validation thereof for no goddamn reason.

The shooter hypothesis foreshadows the nature of the Trisolarans and the end of the series in an interesting way. The Trisolarans live on a planet that traverses around three stars. Tri-Solar. Three Suns. Their planet follows an unstable and unpredictable orbit as a result. Thus, they can’t predict the seasons on their planet. Title drop for the first novel. They could have a long period of extreme cold or heat, unpredictable weather changes, or they could have a period of stability. They call them “stable eras” and “chaotic eras”. To cope, the Trisolarans have evolved the ability to “dehydrate”. This allows the water to leave their body and flattens them for storage in “dehydratories” to allow them to survive extremes in underground storage during chaotic eras so they can be rehydrated in water by their few fellows who remain hydrated, keeping watch for a stable era.

Cixin Liu says he is an atheist. He uses SO MUCH religious imagery and symbolism in this work, though. He’s not subtle about it, either. Every reference that is made to the Virgin Mary portends something disastrous, for instance. One instance in particular is with regard to the election of the short-lived second Swordholder in the third novel, Death’s End. There are a lot of elements that tie together, but basically: Trisolaris tries to invade from 1970 to about 2200 (space travel takes awhile), but a guy named Luo Ji goes from beta cuck playboy to Sigma Intellectual Super Soldier of Yesteryear to create a mutually assured destruction system between Earth and Trisolaris with the axioms of cosmic sociology left him by Ye Winjie before she died (don’t play Jazz with God, or he will crush your balls) and what remained of the Donald Rumsfeld guy’s and the Hugo Chavez guy’s failed wallfacer plans if Trisolaris decides to FAFO. In the intervening time while Luo Ji is swordholder (around 2200 to 2270, the novels are very specific on dates, there’s a wiki with all this stuff), Trisolaris does not try to FAFO with Luo Ji as swordholder. They are pleasant and helpful with humans, treating humanity almost like pets (I wonder why). Then there’s a new Swordholder election.

In the new Swordholder election, there are 6 candidates including an aerospace engineer named Cheng Xin and a former CIA agent by the name of Thomas Wade. Cixin Liu takes great pains to remind the reader Cheng Xin is a woman girl lady figure who most common folk see as having some divine gifts like being a virgin who rejected the touch of a man who bought her a star early in the “Crisis Era” (basically from around our time frame, ish… early 2010s) Thomas Wade isn’t just a former CIA agent, though. He was Cheng Xin’s former boss in the Planetary Defense Committee tapped from the CIA. He was the one who convinced her to send the brain of the guy she wouldn’t date into space. Y’know? The guy who bought her a star? Wasn’t that NICE of him? What a NICE GUY he must have been. Anyways, Thomas Wade makes an assassination attempt on Cheng Xin with a revolver that I’m pretty sure he was frozen with? Which, I’m not gonna lie, is pretty bad-ass, but also, like… his methods didn’t end up doing HIM much good in the end, and I’m sure NO ONE else will benefit from anything else he does in the story, soooo……

Cheng Xin, in all of her 6.9 minutes as the Swordholder apparently feels the weight of 4.20 billion years of REAL Adult Human Female evolution weighing down on her or some shit while Trisolaris is going FAFO with the MAD system Luo Ji built which is now in her hands? Which is weird, to me. I’ve had strong maternal instincts as someone who has raised children in a lot of senses of the word and as someone who’s experienced a lot of years of a lot of progesterone coursing through her veins (okay mostly in my tits butt you get the idea). In that situation: I’d press that button in a heartbeat. If I was picked, that’s why I was picked. Fuck all y’all. For the kids, I’d be granting them a mercy. And I am someone who has prevaricated INTENSELY on ideas of the Virgin Mary. Bounce the graviton particle beam off the main deflector dish to let everyone in the universe know we all deserve to get fucked because we can’t manage our shit. Neighbors coming to kill us anyways. They can die with us. Ye Winjie was wrong for pressing the button after watching her dad get ganked by the state. Cheng Xin was wrong for not pressing it after getting picked by the state. Ain’t no women written write at all in these books. Sophon rated Wade at 100? I better be rated way higher. I’d probably be wrong for some reason or another. I usually am. lol After all, my dad blamed God for my mom’s death and he’s a Christian now. I was a Christian for fucking ever, and with the gift of hindsight I can recognize that it was the intersection of patriarchy and capitalism that killed my mom.

Toward the end of the novels, there’s a discussion between Cheng Xin and a scientist named Guan Yifan about the most powerful weapon of mass destruction one can imagine. Guan Yifan asks Cheng Xin to think not to think in terms of ballistics, but in terms of philosophy. Up to this point, Cheng Xin knows of Luo Ji “casting a spell” that destroys a star, the destruction of Trisolaris in a similar attack, and she saw the Earth solar system collapsed into two dimensions before escaping its destruction on the only ship Eathbound humans build capable of curvature propulsion. All three events had to do with the locations of the related stars being revealed to the cosmos as having intelligent life. She learns that the reduction of three dimensional space into two dimensions, and the energy released from it, will continue happening forever. It turns out – and this is foreshadowed in many ways throughout the books, and I’ve hinted at it the whole way through this piece of writing – the most powerful weapons Guan Yifan discusses involve fundamental laws of physics: specifically the reduction of light speed and the reduction of dimensionality. Guan Yifan says that photoids are generally quick, careless strikes, while dimensional strikes are carried out on planets deemed to be a greater threat…

Now, bringing this all back to Adult Human Females: I think Cixin Liu really tells on himself in three key ways. First, at the beginning of The Dark Forest, Luo Ji visits a psychiatrist who basically quotes Shakespeare Lord Alfred Tennyson at him over falling in love with an imaginary lover saying something like “it’s better to have loved an imaginary girlfriend than no girlfriend at all, because most of the folks who have partners love an idea of their partner and not their actual partner.” That’s all well and good. But that, coupled with the fact that ALMOST NONE OF THE WOMEN IN ANY OF THESE BOOKS GET TO BE ANYTHING BEYOND A SYMBOL FOR CONVEYING A MESSAGE? Except maybe Shen Yufei who I think maybe he wanted to step on him a little… (just kidding remember “Shen Yu: China Before Communism”)? Finally, there’s the differentiation of ballistic attacks in opposition to attacks involving the fundamental laws of physics, or photoid versus dimensional strikes. Guan Yifan tells Cheng Xin that the nature of dimensional strike against Earth’s solar system means that it must have been feared or respected by whoever was carrying out the attacks.

Those three things lead me to believe Cixin Liu is afraid of women, womanhood, femininity, or softness which he associates with women and femininity. There’s a lot of other stuff in the texts that leads me to believe that, but I think the case could be made on those three things alone. I’m not here to tear down an author I respect and appreciate. I’m here for something much cooler and way more awesome than that.

Before I get to that, though: the point of ALL OF THIS so far is that reducing people to the confined space of a perceptual starting point harms ALL OF US. I’m not putting Cixin Liu there. I’m just putting the text of his novels against the text of his novels. I’m not even putting Joanne Karen there. She’s putting herself there. I, for one, don’t want to live in a Storyless Kingdom. I want to live in a Storyful KIngdom. After all, to quote Thomas Wade to Cheng Xin: “If we lose our human nature, we lose much. If we lose our bestial nature, we lose everything.” Those words haunt me. However, the Maya Angelou poem “I know why the caged bird sings” comes to mind as a calm response that I kinda… don’t want to hear but also can’t get out of my head?

We’ve finally reached the real reason of why I’m writing all this. I’m writing about fear. I mentioned a white woman who said that the media was the most powerful weapon of mass destruction she could imagine. She mentioned that she had concerns that they supposedly don’t have to cite their sources (reputable news sources cite their sources all the time, show a little skepticism, think critically and stop gazing into the abyss, for fuck’s sake, you’re not goddamn Descartes). Something I didn’t bring up until now has to do with fear, specifically. I was asked personally in a group setting if I would spend my precious time validating fear, specifically. I have some feelings of my own regarding that. They don’t tend to get validated, so I have to spend my own time validating them. So… sure. I’ll validate fear long enough to acknowledge that it exists and that the way out is through curiosity leading to knowledge. I refuse to stew in it.

I’ve seen The Matrix Reloaded way too many times to sit in fear. Of course all targeted groups in the US have a difficult time ahead of us. If we are to be prepared for it, we must first shed our fear of it. Act or don’t in the ways that you have available to you to survive, to protect others, to find a way to thrive. Learn from your successes and mistakes. Share your knowledge of both. Move on.

Donald Trump vowed to end the so-called “transgender insanity.” I’m from the era of the Transsexual Menace. Fear is just one small part of our toolkit. The thing about us is: we walk among you. You will never see us coming. The major thing that you have to fear from us is that we will make you question everything you hold dear about the world whether you like it or not, and we won’t even mean to. None of your so-called “sacred truths” are safe. Watch your back. No space is a safe space.

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1. If you interpreted this as a legit Nazi dogwhistle, congratulations on not knowing me at all. If you think it is: read on. ↩︎
2. As I re-read this for edits: If you know me personally, compare my birthday and year to the death day and year on my mother’s tombstone with me sometime. I’ve had a fucked life, and that I can find solace in a story like the infamous NHentai 177013 instead of finding it horrifying is kinda why I am how I am and how I’ve survived. ↩︎
3. Folks with long memories who are wise on the history of modern warfare can probably pickup what I’m throwing down here. ↩︎
4. I might try to find out if there are official policies and actions on China’s part regarding environmentalism, but if the “Three Body” TV show is how they are propagandizing themselves (keep in mind, the US propagandizes themselves, too, all the time, and so does the UK, and Japan, and lots of places), then based on the novel’s mention and use of Silent Spring by Rachel Carson and the Chinese television show’s adaptation as basically saying “environmentalism bad, science good”, I can’t help but notice how the Chinese gov’t and the Trump administration both are engaging in anti-science propaganda and somehow in similar ways but also in strikingly different ways. ↩︎
5. I thought about deleting this but there’s a fucked undercurrent here where being cut off from physical and emotional intimacy leads to fascism as well, and that should probably get unpacked, and when one trans person of color (Alok Vaid-Menon) talks a lot about an international loneliness epidemic and putting an end to it and I (a white trans person) am seeing it, too, and I see it evident in the text of this Chinese author I’m writing a whole essay about, maybe that should be looked into, so… COME ON YOU APES, YOU WANNA LIVE FOREVER??? Also, Shinsekai Yori is way better than the Fallout TV show. ↩︎
6. Then again, I am nothing but a dirty filthy degenerate tranny. Now, if I were a white man… ↩︎
7. Once again, His Dark Materials was legit, I’m just salty because his novels are about killing God, and I’m salty that I didn’t come up with the idea, so I’m going to invent a time machine to write them before he did file a lawsuit for stealing my idea from me in the future just keep being salty and whiny. They’re fucking fantastic books. ↩︎
8. Since I’m just making these a thing now srsly y do y’all who like it still enjoy Harry Potter so much srsly it’s just not that good grow the fuck up I can admit The Matrix was good for its time and I think it still stands up in a lot of ways but srsly I don’t still bring it up in every discussion like its the greatest piece of media ever because that’s obvsly Final Fantasy VIII, and the final boss of that game was nostalgia… so get fucked, nostalgia junkies. The Final Boss of that game was Joanne Karen Rowling. ↩︎